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Alright, pal, strap in—Jack Nicholson’s comin’ at ya, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, huh? Lemme paint ya a picture, somethin’ wild, somethin’ like *Spirited Away*—that flick’s my jam, Miyazaki’s a freakin’ genius. Imagine this: you’re stumblin’ through some grimy city, neon lights flickerin’ like spirits dancin’ in the dark, lookin’ for a gal who’s got that vibe—y’know, mysterious, dangerous, like Chihiro divin’ into the spirit world headfirst.

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Around noon, I get a call from a guy on Via Garibaldi. He’s all worked up about a “mysterious noise” in his backyard. I’m picturing a raccoon or something. Turns out, it’s just his neighbor’s kid playing the accordion. I mean, who even lets their kid play the accordion? That’s a crime against music!

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